[C][M] Good to see you again, dear boy

As Den's body adjusted more, Gerhard picked up the pace.  

Soon he was fucking Den's ass mercilessly.  He pounded into the boy, causing the table he was strapped on to shift.  

"It won't always feel good for you sweet boy.  But it will feel.  So.  Good.  For me." He purred lowly, tugging on Den's hair.  

With his free hand he reached to his belt and pulled out an old knife.  It's blade was pure though, clean and rust free.  And sharp as hell.

He shivered as Ger spoke into his ear, whimpering loudly.

He didn't want to always feel good. He wanted to be used. Den liked submitting; becoming a toy for his dominant to use as he wanted. Pain came with that.

He enjoyed feeling used. He enjoyed the ache and pain after being used.

There would certainly be ache and pain in Den's very near future.  

He stabbed the knife into Den's thigh, making sure to not hit anywhere near where the scarification had taken place.  

The man didn't stop the rough fucking as he twisted the blade in Den's thigh.

The young man jerked when he felt the sharp stabbing pain, a hoarse cry tearing form his throat.

"Fuck, fuck!"

Den cringed, his body curling up slightly, unable to curl up proplerly due to the way he was draped over the table. Tears sprung too his eyes, tracking down his tanned cheeks.

The hoarse cries were the very best.  Gerhard adored the way the vocal cords tore from the strain of so much pain.  

Feeling Den try to curl up despite his bonds only made Gerhard fuck him harder, not letting him have any relief from the assault.  

He pulled the knife out of the human's thigh, enjoying the noise it made as it exited flesh.  

Blood dripped onto the table.  

Gerhard brought the blade up to his mouth and licked it, savoring the rich iron flavor.  

He then set it down and shoved his fingers into the open wound, still fucking Den like an animal.  

He fingered the wound like he had been fingering Den before.  He twirled and stretched his digits, groaning in ecstasy as he felt it tear and open more.

The relief of the blade pullig out of him was short lived.

Den screamed out, his voice cracking. He flinched as he cried, his thigh trying depserately to pull away from the fingers pushing into it.

He screamed again, more tears streaming down his cheeks.

Gerhard couldn't help himself.  He laughed loudly at Den's suffering.  

Oh this boy was so much fun.  

"This is just foreplay, Mein Haustier!" He guffawed.

Den barely heard the words over his cries.

He had no chance of processing them. The burn in his thigh only got worse the more Ger toyed with it.

If he had hated his limp before, it would be unbearable after this. It would be so much worse.

After Gerhard was finished using Den for the evening, having cum inside the human and tearing the wound in his leg significantly, he unstrapped Den and dragged him over to the wall, where he locked him up to stay alone.  

Occasionally Ger would come down to feed the young man in the days that followed.  

But sometimes he forgot.  

He liked them skinny anyhow.  

Den stayed there, locked up, a prisoner, and all alone.  

Until the day that Edric joined him.